Neal and I had a date on Sunday. We talked about the usual stuff. The kids. Work. Schedules. Brain injuries.
Although the circumstances are very different, the shooting of Congresswoman Giffords in Arizona brought back our memories about my stroke. Mostly Neal's memories, since it was too early for me to realize what had happened, or that I was traumatized. That came later.
But Neal knew that our lives had been upended. Brain injury survivors and their partners can share some of the burdens, but we have such different journeys to make. Now almost a year has gone by, and Neal and I are still adjusting to our new shared reality.
Our hearts go out to the shooting victims and their families.
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